"I… am sorry."
"That's the fucked up thing, you know?"
Hannah responded instantly, but he glanced at Hank at first, tilting her head and gesturing for him to scram before she turned her focus back to Riley,
"I know you are. I know you've always been sorry. I know how hesitant you were in killing that very first traveler two years ago."
"You… knew?"
Hank was still confused as to what was happening, but he wasn't going to stay for whatever this was, and quickly took this chance to leave using the hole that Hannah created. Neither Riley nor Hannah cared about Hank at all, and Hannah only closed her eyes and sighed.
"How many times are we going to have this conversation?" Hannah slowly opened her eyes, and a wry smile crept onto her face as she looked Riley in the eyes.
"And how many times am I going to just let it go and forgive you?"
